Chapter 47: Fox Pretending to be a Tiger

As soon as Wu Yuchen heard that the guy at the door was a bar owner, he roughly understood what kind of color it was. It was definitely stained with black, no running. The hooligans of this era were not the kind of goods who dared not move after bickering on the street for a long time twenty years later. They were really wild and really dared to enter with white knives and red knives.

And this kind of middle-aged old man with some money, how could he give up because of a handsome shield like him, just like a young man in his teens or twenties?

Wu Yuchen shook his head and said: "Sister Ranran, this matter is not as simple as you think."

"Hmm?"

Then Wu Yuchen told Li Xiaoran a few words, which made her frown and say with a sad face:

"Then what should I do? I can't really let him follow me all the time!"

Wu Yuchen shook his head when he heard this:

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"I'm telling you, sister, you shouldn't be calling me right now. Do you know who you really should be looking for?"

"Who?" Li Xiaoran asked curiously.

"Look for your dad! He would absolutely finish off that guy at the door!"

"Go to hell, I'm an adult now, how could I let my dad know about this? Do I still want my dignity or not!"

Li Xiaoran slapped Wu Yuchen on the arm and said indignantly.

Wu Yuchen sighed inwardly. In this day and age, the mindset isn't like it is 20 years later, where relying on your dad or your family is taken for granted and gives you plenty of confidence. Right now, many people feel that once you're an adult, you have to rely on yourself, and relying on your family is shameful.

Of course, the social climate is very different, so one cannot simply judge it as right or wrong.

But Wu Yuchen felt that the best solution for Li Xiaoran right now really was to have her dad come over.

She grew up in an Air Force compound, and those who could live there were all at the deputy regiment level or above. Her dad was a pilot by trade; having lived there for so long, there's no way he's some low-level nobody.

Since the man outside is running a bar and doing business, he's not the kind of unattached hoodlum. This type of middle-aged man might be much harder to deal with than a young punk, but he understands the rules of how society operates and knows who can be provoked and who cannot. If Li Xiaoran's dad came, a conversation between adults would surely be effective.

But looking at Li Xiaoran's reaction, it was clear she wasn't even considering his suggestion.

"Then what do you want to do?"

"At worst, I'll just let him follow me. I don't believe he can actually do anything to me!" Li Xiaoran said, crossing her arms and humming.

Wu Yuchen sighed. If you don't reveal your status, the other party really would dare to do something to you.

Wu Yuchen took a step forward and signaled to Li Xiaoran with his eyes:

"Let's go."

"Where to?"

"To act as your shield!"

"Huh? Didn't you say it was useless?" Li Xiaoran asked in confusion.

"Just because I can't block him doesn't mean someone else can't."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"A friendly exchange. Just don't interrupt later." Wu Yuchen smiled and started to walk outside.

"Wait!" After saying that, Li Xiaoran ran over and immediately wrapped her arms tightly around one of Wu Yuchen's arms, appearing especially intimate.

"Alright now, let's go!" Li Xiaoran had been a bit wild since she was little and wasn't afraid of trouble. Now, she actually found it quite interesting and wanted to see how Wu Yuchen planned to "exchange" with him.

Wu Yuchen glanced at Li Xiaoran. He had known before that his Sister Ranran had a great figure, but now, the soft sensation transmitted through the embrace of her arms gave him a further understanding of Li Xiaoran's physique.

If Jiang Qinqin was a small lightbulb, then Li Xiaoran was undoubtedly the high-beam headlight at the front of a car.

The middle-aged man in black at the door was frowning in thought. Li Xiaoran had told him earlier that she had a boyfriend who would be here soon—was it that young kid who just went in? He looked decent enough, but what good is that? He could scare him away easily.

Just as the middle-aged man's brow relaxed, he saw the door open. It was that young man coming out, with Li Xiaoran still clinging tightly to him, confirming his earlier guess.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man stood up directly. The lackey following him also crowded over, his face immediately switching to a menacing look.

Wu Yuchen stopped at a distance of two steps from him and spoke up proactively with a chuckle:

"Boss Lu, right? I heard you've been patronizing Xiaoran, so I came out of the military unit specifically today to have a chat with you."

The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, and he asked: "You're in the military?"

Wu Yuchen didn't answer his question directly, but instead said:

"My name is Zhou Wenbing, from the Army compound. You can go and ask around. As for Xiaoran, she's from the Air Force compound. I'm saying this with no other meaning..."

Then Wu Yuchen revealed a playful smile and took another step forward, face-to-face with the middle-aged man:

"I just want to remind Boss Lu: don't set your sights on what you shouldn't."

"You damn..." The lackey beside him was about to spew profanities and step forward to help his boss vent his anger, but the middle-aged man reached out and stopped him.

The middle-aged man was very composed. He still didn't speak, just stared at Wu Yuchen like that, detecting a hint of contempt in the other's smiling eyes, which made him very uncomfortable.

After a moment, the middle-aged man nodded: "Zhou Wenbing, I'll remember that."

Wu Yuchen smiled, reached out to pat his shoulder, and then lightly pinched the button on the collar of his trench coat with his fingers:

"It's getting cold. I see Boss Lu's health is a bit weak; it's best to stay in your bar properly, lest something happens to your shop one day and you don't even know it~"

Although Wu Yuchen's tone was very gentle, this behavior was undoubtedly arrogant, showing he didn't take the middle-aged man in front of him seriously at all. After finishing, he let go, curled his lips, and walked away with Li Xiaoran in his arms.

"Boss, should we take him?" the lackey asked directly.

"Follow them." The middle-aged man was clearly not going to be scared off by empty words, and after saying this, he also walked outside.

Once outside, seeing Wu Yuchen get into a taxi with Li Xiaoran, he told his lackey to step on the gas and follow them.

A while later, following the taxi, they stopped somewhere on Fuxing Road. On the large screen wall at the gate of the compound across the road were written the words "Go all out to annihilate the invading enemy," and there were straight-standing soldiers on both sides—it was indeed the Air Force compound.

After getting out of the car, Wu Yuchen walked in with Li Xiaoran in his arms and even saluted the soldiers standing guard at the gate.

The middle-aged man's expression wasn't very good. He hadn't expected them to really be from a military compound; an outsider like him couldn't get in.

He thought about it and was still a bit unwilling. He then took a "big brother" mobile phone the size of a brick out of a black bag, and after making several phone calls, he finally found someone from the compound he had met while playing at their bar. He asked directly:

"Do you know a guy named Zhou Wenbing from the Army compound?"

"I do. Did you provoke him?"

"No, no, just asking what his background is."

"He used to be the king of the kids in the compound, a real troublemaker. Later he went into the military. Don't mess with him; his dad is a Major General."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man silently put down the mobile phone in his hand, and the last bit of desire for revenge was extinguished.

He was just a thug; he was even afraid of the police, let alone the military. And he had run into someone with this kind of background—how was he supposed to mess with him? Who knows, one day a truckload of soldiers might show up and smash his bar, and he wouldn't be able to do a thing about it.

Then he laughed at himself; no wonder the other guy looked down on him.

"Boss, should I go ask around some more? Who knows if what he said is true?" the lackey in the driver's seat asked.

The middle-aged man waved his hand listlessly. Even if it wasn't Zhou Wenbing, so what? It could be Niu Wenbing or Ma Wenbing. People who grew up in these military compounds are not to be trifled with; they are very united. If you mess with one, you might end up bringing out a whole string of them. You can fight the small ones, but you can't fight the old ones. You might end up destroying yourself; it's not worth it.

And that Li Xiaoran—he originally thought she was just an ordinary girl from the hutongs. Damn it, if you were from a compound, you should have said so months ago! What a waste of his feelings!

"Let's go."

"Boss, where to?"

"The Song and Dance Troupe."

Returning to the Oriental Song and Dance Troupe, the middle-aged man found the manager directly: "Geneva, refund the money!"

The feelings were wasted, but the money he spent on flower baskets for the troupe over the past half-year had to be returned!